Sealing Sword Chapter 58: Qianjun
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When the loud noise came, Ye Fusheng's heart jumped, and he quickly recovered, raising his hand to block, and holding Helianyu's claws dangerously. The latter didn't care, changed his claws into palms and slapped him on his arm. The whole person turned over his head with strength, and in a blink of an eye, he was behind Ye Fusheng. The **** of his right hand wearing finger cots slammed the back of Ye Fusheng's neck.
As soon as he was about to pierce the flesh, Ye Fusheng suddenly turned his head back as if he had eyes behind his back. The dagger was horizontally behind his neck. He Lianyu's **** were pointed on the dagger, and his energy shook his mouth and feet. However, he slid out of Zhang Xu as if oiled, staring at He Lianyu.
This person's body is tricky, and Ye Fusheng's full force is only one and a half strokes faster than him. Fortunately, he turns offense to defensive, intending to entangle but not to win.
"The fire and thunder have exploded, and the walking dragon is complete, do you think they are still alive?" Helian Yuqu stretched out his finger and looked at the collapsed hillside from a distance, "The person you care about, Maybe it has been blown into a pile of minced meat."
Ye Fusheng’s throat was sweet, and the consequence of forcibly raising his true energy was that his internal force was now running through the meridians, and the suppressed "you dream" was about to move, his mind was buzzing, and his eyes began to bloom. There is no psychology to Helianyu's words.
He forcibly swallowed the blood back, the dagger in his hand lit up, his figure flashed, and he came to He Lianyu in a blink of an eye. The blade was from bottom to top, even if He Lianyu retreated extremely fast, he was also taken from the left by this knife. Scratched his right shoulder on his abdomen, but it was a pity that only the clothing was torn, and no flesh was injured.
He Lianyu clasped his forearm with one hand, Ye Fusheng didn't resist, he moved out of it with a gesture, and you came and went with you. Not long after a dozen or so rounds passed, when separated, one person's lips Seeing Hong, one person's shoulder also oozes blood.
He Lianyu touched his left shoulder, and the knife suddenly changed hands just now. It can be described as a ghost. A cut was made on his left shoulder near the neck. Although it was only a wound, he hadn't bleed for a long time. .
He chuckled lightly, looked at the **** color on his fingertips, and said: "If you can reach this level within ten years, I have to say that Gu Qifang has a good eye for picking apprentices."
Ye Fusheng held a dagger in his hand and tried his best to control his breath, so that he did his best to urge his true energy, he didn't know how long he could last, but he would never sit still until the end.
He can't go, because once He Lianyu gets away, maybe Chu Xiwei and the others will be killed. If he can drag him for a while, the other side will be safe.
"However, I'm tired of playing."
The laughter suddenly fell cold, and He Lianyu stretched out his hand and tore off the coat, revealing the same plain white sleeved gown inside. Ye Fusheng only discovered that a soft sword was wrapped around his waist, **** thick, four feet long, and completely dark and matte. It was wrapped around his waist like an ink ribbon. He Lianyu shook it. , Making a weird sound like a poisonous tongue.
He remembered the fake Poyun Sword he had taken out of the underground palace, and remembered the long sword that this person had on his back when he first saw him ten years ago, and suddenly realized that He Lianyu actually used the sword, but he knew it. Kung fu is already extremely fierce, and there is not much time to use the sword.
"It's'Qianyuan'." Helianyu snapped his fingers on the sword, "Do your best, fight under it."
Before the words fell, the body and the sword turned into a cold shadow, Ye Fusheng only felt a violent wind cut his throat, hurriedly staggered sideways, the dagger raised a block, and nearly hit the tip of the sword, struggling to shake away, too late There are movements, and Helian Yu's technique and shenfa cannot be clearly seen, and the seven swords are already killing him.
Ye Fusheng was caught off guard. He changed three footwork in succession. He leaned back and kicked him around the acupuncture point. However, this soft sword was able to send and receive freely. In a flash, he turned around like a poisonous snake, strangling Ye Fusheng's calf. Although he broke free in time, he was also cut with a sword on his leg, and the blood immediately became wet.
The rain in the sky is getting smaller, but Helianyu's swordsmanship is still like a gust of wind and rain. The soft sword is in his hand, sometimes like a silk ribbon, flexible and weightless, erratic, twisting and twisting, making people untouchable. The number of clear roads; sometimes it is incomparably hardened by internal force, and the skin has not been cut.
The combination of rigidity and softness, endless changes.
Ye Fusheng has never seen such a sword technique, but he has heard of it.
In the inn that day, Ruan Feiyu talked about the "Poyun Sword", the leader of the eight martial arts masters. Although this man has disappeared from the rivers and lakes for 30 years, the person who saw him draw the sword will die. Will not forget.
"The so-called'one sword breaks the cloud to open the world' refers to the last sword in his set of swordsmanship. With this'breaking the cloud' style, he is invincible in the world." Ruan Feiyu returned the fake sword to the sword. When he was sheathed, his eyes showed reminiscence and admiration, "That set of swordsmanship connotation and gossip changes can be divided into sixty-four patterns, which can be divided into complex and difficult to distinguish, and can also be divided into simple and difficult to break eight strokes. , Yin and yang are blended, rigid and soft, no one can see the changes."
At that time, Ye Fusheng frowned: "No one has broken this sword technique?"
Ruan Feiyu smiled and said: "As far as the old man knows, from his first entry into the rivers and lakes to his disappearance, no one beats him, no one."
"...what is this sword technique called?"
"Water and clouds, flowing water, sweeping clouds of smoke." Ruan Feiyu whispered, "If one day you encounter this kind of swordsmanship, you will try your best to escape."
Ye Fusheng remembered it at the time, but he didn't expect that this old guy probably had a crow's beak, and he even said it.
As soon as I thought of this, another sword came around like a snake, trembling and vomiting, and it reached his heart in an instant. Ye Fusheng couldn't resist him, he could only retreat with skillful strength. The dagger was twisted in his palm and strangled. A soft sword like a dragon.
Before catching a breath, He Lianyu's left hand was bent, and his **** pointed straight at his eyes, almost touching his eyelids. Ye Fusheng was horrified, his head tilted back, his fingers were drawn from the corners of his eyes, and a shallow blood stain was dragged away.
The moment he retreated, his hand was loose, and the soft sword rolled out the dagger like a whip. He Lianyu turned his wrist and threw the dagger back and hit Ye Fusheng's face. Ye Fusheng's back force was already insufficient at this time, and he didn't have time to take this. He stepped back in a hurry, only to hear the muffled sound of the blade's cutting edge, and the dagger pierced into his left shoulder.
The strength of this knife was so powerful that it almost nailed his shoulders. Although he avoided the bones, he did not dare to act rashly when the blade reached into the flesh and blood. He stood firm with the pain, and listened to Helian Yu laughed: "Recommendations."
This person was so obsessed that he would pay back. Ye Fusheng cut a shallow mouth on his left shoulder, and he was about to hold Ye Fusheng's shoulder against it.
Pulling out the dagger and quickly tapping the acupuncture points to stop the bleeding. Ye Fusheng's left arm was temporarily useless. The rain had wetted his whole body, his clothes and hair were tightly attached to his body, and the thin person looked a little clearer. Minute.
The blood on the dagger was dripping with the rain, his face was pale, and his breathing became rapid and heavy. In the past ten years, he has experienced countless swords and lights, but today he has lived and died countless times in a few rounds.
The next moment, the dagger collided with the soft sword again, and Ye Fusheng took advantage of his strength to leap back, pulling away from the distance with He Lianyu, and his eyebrows were killed. The dagger moved and flipped in his palm, suddenly bursting out of the air. The knife was too fast and too sharp, and almost brought the sound of wind and thunder, like a glimpse of the shadows, the internal force attached to it, carrying strength, was born in the rain and split a gap, and it was forced to Helianyu’s chest. !
This knife is really too fast, and the dagger is not like a long knife. Helianyu drew the sword back too late to defend. Two fingers with finger cots were crossed in front of his heart, and the dagger was clamped in the middle of no time. Suddenly, Ye Fusheng deceived his body and approached after taking the shot. This grasp was as fast as a crane catching a dragon, and he tore off the silver mask on his face.
Did not risk being a sword, Ye Fusheng withdrew from Zhang Xu, looking at this face almost greedily, as if he wanted to keep every hair in his head, wishing to unforgettable.
This is indeed Mu Yanan's face.
Just changed his outfit, changed his expression, and seemed to have become another person, from a gentle and romantic scribe to an impermanent devil.
The silver mask fell into the muddy water. He Lianyu's relaxed and calm eyes suddenly condensed for a moment. The smile on his face receded like a tide, and the corners of his slightly curled lips gradually became straight, like a sharp side. Of the sword.
"This is really... I didn't expect it."
He bent down and picked up the mask, and carefully wiped off the muddy on it with his sleeves. Unfortunately, the tie was torn off. He had to carefully put the mask away and looked up at Ye Fusheng and said, "I wanted to keep you. Fate, I didn’t expect you to like death so much."
"There are many things you didn't expect." Ye Fusheng gave a light cough and wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth.
He Lianyu asked gently: "For example?"
Ye Fusheng looked over him and smiled slightly: "For example, you...can't kill me today."
Amidst the wind and rain, a dark shadow came silently and pressed close to his back.
Helianyu frowned, and a knife was placed in his throat. He didn't care about it, and turned around. The blade cut a shallow wound, and thin bloodshots leaked out, as if in him. A red thread was wrapped around his neck.
One knife and one sword collided, and at the same time, fingers and palms were connected. Only hearing the sound of two bone cracks sounded at the same time, Chu Xiwei had passed him by and fell in front of Ye Fusheng, looking at Helian coldly. Imperial.
His right hand hangs unnaturally on his side, and Helianyu's left hand has **** curled in his palm. Between the two rounds, there is damage to each other.
At the moment of the moment, Chu Xiwei finally hurried back.